"Good night." August whispers , letting go of my hand and pushing me a little towards my gate.

I pout.

"Come in?"

"No Em." He chuckles. "I will get murdered."

I shrug. "Secretly?"

August shakes his head, but his eyes are soft.

"I don't think creeping into your father's house is a good idea, especially as..."

"As what?"

"As the idea of being in bed with you right now is very, very tempting."

"He won't know." I whisper.

It is tempting.

"Sorry." August chuckles, shaking his head at me.

"I don't know if I can sleep without you now." I say, admittedly smiling at him with full intention to persuade him to come up stairs with me.

August shakes his head and takes a step back from my house and towards the road.

"I am going."

"Okay." I whisper in amusement. "I just am used to-"

"Oh for god sake." August says and I grin, thinking he's giving in. "You can come to ours?"

My grin faulters a little. "But Rayne might be awake still. He'll hear me."

August, instead of looking guilty like he usually does flashes me a smile. "And? We'll just be quiet."

"You'll sneak me in?" I ask.

"Mhm."

August offers me his hand again and my previous excited energy fades a little when our fingers interlink. Faded excitement confused me a little, but then I realised it wasn't a bad thing, just the jokey energy had left me and instead it was like our chemistry was settling, getting ready.

I knew I didn't want to go and just sleep.

"August can we watch a film?" I ask.

"Are you not tired?" He asks, looking down at me.

I shake my head and whisper. "Nah." Just really, really happy.

"It's late."

I look up at him confused. "Are you tired?"

"No." He says. "Never."

"Then we can um, chill."

A small laugh escapes his lips. "Sure, baby Em."

We make it to the end of his drive and well, as Rayne's bedroom is at the front of the house, I can see the soft blue light of his tv screen, meaning he's probably up playing some sort of video game. I look at August and he rolls his eyes at my anticipation.

I mean, all that will happen is that Rayne will open the door and see me. It's just that I wont be able to ignore the fact that I am doing this you know?

I like to put things to the back of my mind and let it just- I don't know happen. Rayne will ask questions.

"Come on." He whispers.

I was cold, like the night wasn't anything but warm so that at least is okay, but because we had got artificially rained on, I was low key shivering as August unlocked the front door and we crept inside.

There was no sound coming from anywhere so I shut the door behind me and August took back my hand, pulling me straight up the stairs.

Scary.

We could hear Rayne's tv front his room as we passed it and the same with Lottie.

And then we heard Lottie call out.

"August?"

I freeze and Leo laughs under his breath pushing my feet to move and I hear as Lots starts walking across her bedroom floor.

"In my room." He whispers to me and I stumble forwards, utterly unsubtly opening his bedroom door and shutting it behind me.

Smooth Em.

I look around and then I sort of blink surprised. It was actually a little messy in here. It was nothing compared to the mess of my bedroom, but it for sure didn't seem the Leo that kept his room pristine.

I pulled my jumper off my head, annoyingly pulling my top off too as it was stuck together, and I search around for something of his to wear.

I find a top, just a basic t-shirt and it smells of him.

It smells of him so much and I never realised I knew what he smelt of, I never really realised that it was comforting to me.

I get changed into it, I can hear Lottie and August talking quietly out in the hall but I just wait for him, my legs covered by his t-shirt only a little and I wait for him to come back in.

Eventually August comes into his room and he pauses slightly when he sees me.

"You okay?" He says, looking back down and I smile a little, softly telling him yeah as he kicks off his shoes and proceeds to get himself changed.

He tosses me the remote.

"Put whatever you want on Em."

I don't really want to put anything on.

"Can we listen to music?" I ask, sitting back with my head leant against his head board, watching as he wraps his head up in like his usual silk scarf thing, he hasn't done this since the first couple of times I slept with him.

August looks up, searching my face for something and I watch as a small smirk crosses his features.

"What are you up to?"

"Nothing, huh?"

His smirk lifts to an amused smile. "You just look hot Emersyn."

I lift an eyebrow. "I always wear your clothes."

"I know."

I just shake my head, reaching for his controller and I put a music station on, late night charts or something like that. It doesn't even matter.

"Come here." I say quietly. "Stop faffing around."

He was just trying to tidy his floor a little and honestly, I was inpatient.

I wanted him close.

"You wanna know what Lots said?" August says.

I nod.

August comes and slides into his bed next to me, and he lifts one arm immediately, like routine, I slide next to him, pressing my head down on his shoulder as we lay.

"She asked me who I had brought home."

"Oh." I whisper. "Yeah sorry that was my fault, I panicked."

August hums in amusement.

"What did you tell her?"

"That you were a secret."

"As in me, Emersyn or me a random girl."

"I told her it was you." He says. "She looked slightly mortified."

"She's cute." I say, lifting my hand and trailing it across his chest.

He always sleeps without a top on. I just wanna kiss him. His skin. That's why I hate it when he gets into bed with me hardly dressed, I become this rampant teen controlled solely by her hormones.

Which isn't much of a change I suppose.

"She's funny." August agrees and I just continue the exploration of his chest with my one hand.

"What did she say?" I ask.

He starts to talk, explain, but I drift my hand lower, brushing my fingertips over his abdomen, drifting them lower and lower until my fingers bump the waistband of his shorts.

I really wanna.

His hand comes down and catches mine.

"Emersyn I cannot think with you doing that."

I look up, almost sleepily, I am just dazed with this want for him that I wonder if he can possibly share. He wouldn't stop me if he did, right?

"Maybe I don't wanna think for a little bit?" I ask.

He exhales, his head shaking a little and then with energy I really do not match, August turns on his side, snaking a leg between mine and then suddenly my hands are pinned above me.

"Fuck." I whisper. The strain in my arms, the way he hovers, the frustration so clearly etched on his face is so hot.

"You are a living nightmare Emersyn Rose."

"Shh." I hush him. "People are awake."

August rolls his eyes and he tightens his grip on my arms, actually straining them more and as he watched my face curiously, the pain spreading over my arms I show him clearly that I think it's just hot, I wrap my one unpinned leg around his waist, drawing his lower half to be almost flush against mine.

"Yeah." He whispers, lowering his head to my ear. "People are awake. Be quiet."

"I am-" I start and then he suddenly loosens my arms a little, moving so he could hold both of my wrists in just one of his hands and he sits up keeping me pinned to the bed but his eyes watch me.

The suddenly he drops my hand and his t-shirt on my body is ripped up over my head, undressing me utterly without my permission and he tosses the top to his floor, then his eyes stare into mine, waiting, watching me to see if I protest of that little macho movement.

I don't.

But it does me I am here, once again, pretty much naked under him and when I don't say anything, he grabs my wrists again. I try to fight his hands, playfully trying to roll over but when I feel his annoyed breath on my skin, I submit.

My wrists trapped in one of his hands, I am breathing slightly heavily.

"Let's not wake up my parents Em." He says. "No screaming."

Screaming?

"I-"

His index finger is pressed against my lips, shushing me and then he slowly trails it down my chin, then my neck, then right down the centre of my body, the sensation spreading sparks everywhere. Nerves, shit I don't think I've ever felt them work like this before.

Then his hand meets his intended destiny and he trails it directly over me, over my underwear and a dark chuckle leaves his lips.

"Fuck, you're so responsive."

I blush, utterly embarrassed knowing he means the dampness.

I don't say anything just widen my legs and August hums in approval. The guy doesn't even remove my underwear instead he moves it to the side and I just lift my hips a little at the slight contact, at the way I felt his hands confidently tackle the little problem of the one remaining barrier.

August trails his fingers along my slit and he grins a little when I let out a little cry of need.

He was teasing me.

He shushes me. "Everyone's awake Em."

Oh god.

And then instead of touching my clit like I was expecting, he dips his finger tip into the moisture pooling lower down and he spreads it up, it's hot, warm and I realise now why he's pinning my hands, because usually I would cover my mouth to stop myself from making embarrassing sounds.

I can't.

He smirks.

I am like pulsing inside, it's such a strange feeling, it's like it's changed from being external pleasure and I am in actually need for something more.

I let out a breath and when he slides his finger down again, to just feel around my core I tilt my hips a little, asking.

He looks impressed and for some reason that literally makes me shudder.

"Oh." I breath, having to bit my lip in response to the contact he makes finally with with my clit, he gently circles it, but the way he had sparked up my body made it feel so intense and what- he had hardly touches me but my eyes were closing.

My arms are trying to fight his, his grip however is tight, I just want to cover my lips.

August takes in this sight, his eyes dark as he watches me and he moves quicker, using two fingertips and I am involuntarily grind myself upwards and August chuckles.

"Em is it okay if I do this properly?"

Properly?

I was shaking.

He slows down a little and I let out a frustrated noise.

"Don't stop." I plead and August lets go off my arms and thank goodness because as he requickens his pace on my clit and the pressure starts to built in my face and my throat and between my legs, I was utterly unprepared for him to gently ease a finger inside me.

"A-" I slam my hand over my mouth and I am fucking quaking, the sudden pressure there making a moan rip from between my lips and it was all building, he eased his one finger deeper and my legs were shaking, trying to keep myself together and he pulled it out, pushing in again and was s almost there, grabbing hold of him too and my head falls back, my other hand clutching the covers. August carries on, as I contract around his finger, as I am hit with wave and wave of bliss he pushes another finger into me.

It hurts, it does. It hurts but the sting for some reason, mixed with the stimulation just eggs me on and I just writhe.

How does he make me feel like this?

Like what the fuck.

"Oh my god." I cry out, pleasure hitting my full fucking force, both my hands gripping the sheets now and I thought my little cry would derail him but it only eggs him on and as the orgasm subsides, I feel him putting his whole focus of pushing his fingers in and out of me, stretching me, scissoring his fingers apart to help me accommodate and I need more.

"August." I pretty much whimper.

He looks up, his eyes before just trailing me as I quivered for him and I reach for his face, he lets me pull him so he was over me and before long his lips were pressing down on mine and together our lips moved rhythmically in a pattern of divine longing, his hand stayed playing down below, stretching me and I just winced a little at the pain.

He pulled back.

I stared up.

"August please?"

He shook his head.

His eyes were pained, I could feel how much he wanted me just by the way his skin was hot to the touch, the way his eyes burned. I needed him. I wanted him properly and I knew this was less than ideal; his parents' room opposite us, Rayne and Lottie's down the hall but I was in fucking need.

He shook his head again.

Frustration dripped out my voice as I panted. "Why are you stretching me if you're not going getting me ready for you Leo?"

Immediately his fingers left me and I whimpered, they rose from between my thighs and he dug both of his hands into my hair, which was a weird mix of gross and erotic. But as he gripped the dark strands and angled my chin up, my lips inclined perfectly for his, my eyes were also burning.

August's looked amused, but his eyes were big, dark. He was feeling it.

"I was just getting you ready for the good guy."

"You are the good guy."

I mean I know, I know he's kinda not. But I am determined.

My heart was god damn pounding.

August chuckled deeply, shaking his head a little and his captures my lips in a very wet, sensual kiss which made me press myself up against him, it was messy, dirty and I wished he'd stop pulling his lips away.

"No I am not."

"Okay then be bad." I whisper. "Do the bad thing August."

"Fuck."

"Please." I whisper and his lips find me again and I feel it, how hard he is between my legs. I grate myself against him and the fucker falls on his side, moving away from me, out lips still moving together until again he pulls back.

"You're going to send me to hell." He mutters against my skin, pressing his lips down, falling into the crook of my neck and I just slide my hands over his side, he was easier to access now.

"Please I need-" I whisper, tilting my head.

August pulls back. "No talking."

I shut up immediately and his lips are back, slowly working up to a rhythm on my neck and well... I drag my hand down to his waistband again.

He grabs my hand, lifting his head. "Em-"

I pull my hand away from him and I look him straight in the eye. "Sh, no talking."

Okay so I expected him to stop me, but now that he groaned and placed his head back against my neck, I realise I really haven't done anything like this before.

No touching was the rule.

That went out of the window.

But now what the fuck do I do.

Shit it's making me hot, just thinking about him.

I just reached down, feeling him against his shorts and August tensed, increasing his pressure on my neck and closed my eyes at that sensation, the fucking electricity.

One thing was for sure, if the only thing I get out of being with August... I for sure know I am not a lesbian.

He felt so solid, hot. I rubbed my palm over the lump and he slid one of his legs back, making him easier to access and with that as perceived permission I slipped my hand under his waistband.

I think we both froze a little when I came in contact with something smooth and hard and hot. Hot. Hot. God.

"Emersyn you don't have to-"

I wrapped my hand around it, the scary zone. Shit this is a little mental. I pulled away from him and I, admittedly getting frustrated with his shorts I kneel on the bed and August helps me pull them down, he wiggles out of them.

He is throbbing, my fingers delicately feeling him just in my hand and I properly look at him, somehow I have ended up kneeling between his legs as he watches me curiously as he sits up on his elbows.

August is naked.

Naked naked.

Fuck.

"You're hot." I whisper.

He smiles lazily, desire evident in his features.

Guys things are scary, or maybe it was just August's. It made me squeeze my thighs together, it was fucking hot, but it was also frightening. I tentatively run my hand along him, a little unsure, and my eyes are questioning as I look up at August.

I give him a little squeeze as I reach the top, my eyes widening when a little drop of something leaves his tip.

I look up again and August's eyes are closed, and I am surprised by the pleasure etched on his expression.

Oh ok.

I took my fingers and started to rub the liquid down him, I read, I knew like the basics I guess but when my big wide eyes meet his again I freeze a little at the throaty groan that leaves his lips.

"Fuck Em, you look so innocent."

"Talk me through it August. Please? I just wanna make you feel good." I whisper.

His hips rock up, only slightly, it surprises me.

"Tighter grip Em."

I grip a little tighter, moving my hand up and down again and his breathing is deliciously heavy.

"No tighter baby. Here." He wraps his hand around mine, showing me how and the instructions from him make me shudder, like the little shiver of excitement runs up me and I do exactly as he showed.

I stroked him like that and another drop leaves his head and I rub my thumb over his tip, interested and he hums a little in approval. I keep going, my pace slow as I make long hard caresses that from his reaction, I think he feels good.

"Faster Emersyn."

I listened. Watching his face in fascination as I made him feel good, as finally I didn't feel so fucking useless. Shit goodness me.

I went faster, twisting a little as I did that once by accident I felt him throb in my hands and I just joined both of my hands along him, pumping him between my fists and he arched his hips to meet my hands again, this time less subtly. It was hot.

August reaches for me, his hand going to my head and then he clenches his jaw, as if stopping himself from doing or asing for something and his hand drops back to the bed, supporting him as he sat up on his elbows, watching me as I watched him in utter fascination. His eyes trailed me, sticking and lingering on placed as I just kneel in front of him utterly bare for him to look at.

He makes me feel beautiful, attractive. Like even before August was more open with compliments, just the way his eyes took me in seemed like a compliment in itself.

"Fuck." He groaned again as I massaged more of his drops into him, it was making it slidier, easier and then he started to twitch in my hand, throbbing harder and I looked down at it in interest.

He stiffened.

And then he thrust upwards a little, long white rope leaving him and my eyes widened. Fuck me, Jesus.

And when he carried on, like when it doesn't stop after just that one, I don't know what the hell possessed me to do this but I just needed to.

I dipped my head and caught his tip in my mouth and his eyes flew open, shocked but he didn't stop he continues to let loose and I just sort of needed to taste him, to catch it.